Writer’s block is history. I wrote Chapter 21 today, reaching 35,000 words. The book is probably halfway done as far as story goes, and then there is the editing…. oh, the editing…
It’s 3:07am. I’m going to bed, where I will lay for an hour thinking about Chapter 22. Then I will doze off for 8 hours, rise to another day, and likely put Chapter 22 down on electronic paper.
Writing is a bit like I remember running as being. Yes, I used to run. A lot. No more. But writing is like that. The more you do it, the more you want to do it. But if you stop, getting started again can be a pain in the rear.
It’s too bad about the editing thing. If I could actually write a chapter on the first pass that didn’t have passive voice, POV shifts, grammatical errors, and the occasional blurb of nonsense, I’d be able to churn out six books a year I think.
It’s not the story telling that is hard. This book has been completed to some degree in my head for a while now. It’s the getting it on paper in a way that makes sense, a way that is compelling… that’s is what’s hard.
My future as a writer depends on me doing what is hard.
Maybe, like running, that will get easier with time as well.